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Passing a way of sorrow

I feel seclusion and aloofness

Which absorb reality in my mind

And blow away into the darkness

Of deep endless mighty winter forest

Wrapped in mystery

And magic witchcraft of moonlight

Dissipating above the arctic land

White cloth of valleys is embraced by haze

Dusky welkin is covered by silvery veil

Of bewitching dead-white moonlight

... Silver Brilliance of Nocticula

Only mooneye will see

The peaks of snowy trees

Only moonlight will bathe

Deserted glades in blue light

Glades and valleys without

Footmarks on the snow

Only white Goddess-Winter

Is able to rule here

There, where smooth of lakes

Is covered with crystalline ice

Mighty wood is whispers to me the words:

"Here I born by pagan Winter

And storming winds"

Oh, our Mother! Oh, full Moon!

Mesmerize my self

Reflect my shadow on the snow

At the great winter night

Oh, our Mother! Oh, full Moon!

Your silver magic brilliance - your light

Reflect dark silhouette

On flickering snow